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College or Cribs- By Personalias Prologue: Apartment Aaaaaaaaand done! Save save save save. Spellcheck. Save save save save! Run it through Turnitin.com to prove against plagarism. Submit. Gooaaaaal! Christopher Cole IV threw his hands up in the hair and spun around in his leather backed swivel chair. With the sun a mere thirty minutes away from rising, Chris had done it: Chris had just turned in his final term paper for his junior year of college. On top of that, this was a particularly difficult semester. Chris's academic advisors even frowned upon Chris's decision to double up his work load and not take summer courses. Chris didn't listen. He didn't drop a single course, and now, his face illuminated only by the soft glow of his computer screen, Chris had finished the superhuman task of finishing not one but 6 different term papers- all for pre-med classes. It had taken incredible endurance, next to no offline social life, an addiction to caffine that bordered on suicidal, and roommates who were practically strangers, but Chris had finished what had to be, hands down, the toughest semester of his life. Now, he reasoned, he could make the long drive home, see his family, spend a lazy summer with his old high school friends, and not have to give a second thought about applying to Med School till September. Mission Accomplished. Chris was about to fling open his door and do a victory dance and parade himself through the living room of his college apartment, but thought better of it when he looked down and realized he was still wearing a Bambino. The adult diaper with baby blocks stenciled in the front hung heavily between his legs. The two tapes on each side kept the garment firmly in place, but it still felt as if it were less fastened on, and more clinging to his waist for dear life. That's what happened when you completely soaked a diaper to its limits. Chris needed a change. Badly. But this diaper was the last one he'd be wearing for a while, and for good reason. Christopher Cole IV was an adult baby, (though he shuddered at the thought of being an "adult" anything). Before that he was a teen baby, before that he was a kid that fantasized about being treated as a baby. The point is, Chris had wanted to be a baby ever since he could remember not being one. Chris wasn't even sure why. He hadn't had a particularly bad life, as far as he could recount. His dad was a doctor, and made a lot of money to provide for the family. His mom had died of breast cancer when he was just eight, but Chris knew for a fact that he had had these desires long before. He had never gone hungry a day in his life, never been abused, and never had responsibility that he hadn't asked for. Granted, his main reason for wanting to become a doctor had been driven by the fact that he liked expensive things, wanted to afford more, and that his dad had been a doctor, as had his grandfather. So there was a little subliminal pressure there- but who didn't deal with that kind of stuff? No one, that's who. Bottom line: There was no good reason why Chris should have this fetish, yet he did. The sexual side of him was attracted to the vulnerability aspect and lack of control. It was like SnM but without the nasty and uncomfortable elements of whips and chains. Same play engine, different graphics. Kind of like how anyone who has played a Final Fantasy Game can pick up Pokemon in a jiffy. It was also more familiar to him too, and therefore more believable. Chris had never been in a dungeon before, but he had been in a nursery. The non-sexual part of him was also fascinated with the "life style". No control also meant no responsibility whatsoever. No responsibility meant no stress. As a baby, all Chris had to worry about was his own stimulation, entertainment, and relaxation without worrying about the needs or feelings of others. It was a wonderfully selfish thought. The versatility of the scenarios intrigued him to no end. It ould be amazingly humiliating and stressful, more relaxing than a day at the spa or with a mommy figure involved, completely intimate. Really, this thing had something for everybody. Why wasn't this thing more mainstream? Unfortunately, the reality of the situation was that it wasn't mainstream to be an Adult Baby. Chris realized at a young age, that his wishes to return to infancy were not reciprocated by his peers, or encouraged by adults. He was supposed to be a big boy, followed by a kid, followed by a tween then teen, then adult. And so he was and did his best to appear to be. So he shut that side of himself off from the rest of the world, figuring himself to be a freak of some sort...maybe this was how pedophiles started. It wasn't until freshman year that he stumbled onto the scene and then began to realize he wasn't the only one. He reached out to them, the kindred spirits that shared his fascination and desires. There wasn't a message board safe from his pressence. Pretty soon, he learned tricks how to enjoy himself and keep it secret from the rest of the world. He opened up a P.O. box to have specialty supplies shipped to, and only brought them in the house when his roommates were gone or sure to be asleep. He had an alternate email account for purposes of communicating with his fellow AB's and confirmation emails on certain products. He deleted his internet browsing history every time he logged off; and fortunately the specialty companies and community were every bit as paranoid as he was; with nondescript company names showing up on his credit card bills instead of "AB Fetish Supplies". All in all, it was a good setup. But Chris was going home now. That meant that if he wanted to keep his secret to the best of his ability, he had to go off grid completely while at his dad and step mom's place. No telling how they would react if they found out, not to mention his friends, little sisters, and Sherry. Sherry had been his high school sweetheart, and they had managed to keep up a long distance relationship, despite going to separate colleges. They made sure to visit each other during Thanksgiving, Christmas, their respective Spring Breaks, this past year, Sherry even gave him a surprise visit for Valentine's Day. (She had no idea how close she was to finding his secret stash, thank God for dirty clothes.) Chris knew in his heart that he would have this summer, and maybe the next summer to have freetime with Sherry. After that, Medical School would consume his life. That would be the real test of their relationship. Chris shook his head to clear the cobwebs out. Damn inner monologue. He'd been standing at the door in just a diaper for the past five minutes at least. The point was, he had a different life to live, and no one could find out his secret. Not his roommates, not his friends back home, not his family, and not Sherry. Especially not Sherry. It'd be over if she found out. It would just have to be. So he'd just have to go on one of the classic binge and purge cycles that were common in the fetish. He had just spent the last several nights holed up in his apartment room, wearing the last of his adult diapers. Then he'd toss them all out, sign off on the various AB message boards he was a member of, and go have a summer getaway from college. Simple as that. Chris listened through the door to hear if there was any noise coming through the rest of the apartment. He could hear the TV going still. Either one of his roomies was going for some all-night marathon, or just as likely they fell asleep on the couch. He'd actually probably have a better time sneaking the stuff out and into the garbage around noonish when his roommates would be moving out for the summer themselves, going to their last classes, or passed out...speakng of which it was about that time and the thriteen Red Bulls he had chgged was finally wearing off. So in nothing but a sodden Bambino, Christopher Cole IV locked the door to his room, just in case, and passed out on top of his bed, just slipping off to sleep as the first rays of daylight peaked out into the sky.

I've just returned from my parent's house, and I can't be wearing nappies around them. But now I'm at home, it was one of the first things on my mind.

Tonight on Big Bang Theory, at the final scene where the usually go with a silly line, Raj was getting ready to watch a slasher flick with his new girlfriend.

For many years Daily Diapers has discussed many issues involved in giving up or quitting wearing diapers for pleasure.

my wife pointed out that i hadn't worn a diaper in a while. i told her that in fact she was wrong; she just hadn't noticed. she said she always notices because i smell like pee when i do. :-P well, sometimes that's true, but i've worn dozens of times without her mentioning it, so i think i'm sneakier than that! but the *real* reason has to do with my fitness routine! on my lunch break if the weather's good i drive to a fairly-secluded spot by a lake, change from my work clothes into a diaper and shorts and socks and shoes, and jog for like 5km on the lake trails in the sun with my shirt off :-D sometimes there are other people on bikes or on horses, but hardly ever other joggers, so i never feel concerned or self-conscious about the way i'm dressed. the diapers are my favor to myself for being a good boy and getting some exercise. and i like the resulting tan too!

Have I got this right?

When they did something similar to my best friend, the doctor said "This might hurt a little". My friend said "If it hurts me it's going to hurt you". When the doctor didn't stop when told to, my friend punched both of his front teeth out- They got along fine after a couple months went by and the doctor got reoplacement teeth screwed in Seems that the doctor didn't really understand that the level of pain felt could be excruciating for some people (as I was to later discover when being cathed after surgery myself). The doctor did finally find the problem and got it fixed for my friend- his urethra was 3 times as long as it is supposed to be, twisted and kinked- so my friend gained continence for what was left of his life.

I actually got a hard on today while getting diapered, like some people have said in this forum it depends on the moment. Sometimes it happens other times it does not.

I have been a wannabe incontinent ever since I discovered a friend from elementary school needed to wear diapers due to a birth defect (open bladder). I have never been really interested in girls, boys or plain sex. But seeing this boy wearing his diaper and leaking without him knowing had a tremendous impact on me. In fact, the thought of me incontinent in diapers was the first fantasy I climaxed on. And it still is...... After this trigger event this sexual fantasy has driven me to find a way to become incontinent. And after many years of experimenting I have found the perfect way. And the funny thing is, I only like being incontinent part time. Therefore I am pretty sure I don't have some sort of BIID, it's just a sexual kinky thing. Instead of wanting to have sex with a woman I simply insert my stent and fully enjoy my incontinent body for a few days. I start by putting on underwear and jeans trying hard not to pee but nonetheless I start wetting uncontrollably after a few moments. Then I know I have to put on a diaper and look at myself in the mirror watching my diaper slowly getting wet. I like going out in public being aware of my wet diaper all the time. My stent allows me to feel the pee flowing out of my sensive parts which can be quite sexual arousing for me when I am in the presence of an attractive female. I find the idea that only my jeans keep her unaware of my embarrasing off-putting secret very exciting. I think it makes me feel very submissive to her, without her even knowing it. And to be honest I don't want her to know, because incontinence is something you need to hide. My incontinence both confirms and explains my lack of sexual interest in women/men at the same time. The diaper I need to wear is my chastity device but also my sexual satisfying fetish object. I know my sex life is complicated and sometimes a little lonely, but most of the times I realise this is the only way I enjoy playing with my private parts. Why should I stop doing this when I like it so much and it doesn't harm anyone?